Martha My Dear
Ellen McAllister ’24
My dog Martha, our cute quarantine pup
It took my parents a while to say “yup”
Annie kept sending pictures to group chat
Until we finally found the one that
We were allowed to visit and hold
My sister hoped she wouldn’t be sold
We walked in with a different dog in mind
But Martha, sweet Martha shined
She was a little small, the runt of the litter
But that only made my mom’s heart flitter
She scooped up that teeny tiny dog
And said “I hope you like to jog”
Coming up with a name for a dog with such
Spunk and cuteness didn’t take much,
My mom, a Beatles fan, played their song
About Martha, as the car zoomed along
Our other dog, Lucy, was in utter surprise
She could not believe her tiny dog eyes
Martha has grown much much bigger
And boy oh boy is she full of rigor.
That little dog is so full of sass
She gets treats, but likes to eat grass
Her favorite thing to do is swim
When we’re walking, she’ll jump in on a whim
She is my mom’s best friend
And she never wants the snuggles to end
Martha and Lucy, two peas in a pod
On walks, together they will plod
This dog loves popcorn almost as much as me
I always give her some, her cute doggy plea
We love Martha so dearly
Even though everyday, no nearly
She is dirty smelly and needs a bath
If you do the quick math
You’ll see she is worth it,
Martha May, so full of sweetness and wit.
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Liam Kenechan ’24
Charlie only knows one word – woof.
It’s okay though, I know what he means,
like when he lies across my lap.
Woof then means “pet me”
Or when I answer the door and his bark echos throughout the house.
Woof then means “I missed you!”
Sometimes it’s more of a whimper, higher in pitch than usual.
Woof then means “I’m scared” – I make sure to protect him.
When we play catch his tongue protrudes beyond his teeth, his tail wagging behind him.
Woof then means “WOOHOO!”
When he loses his manners, soaking the planks of our floor,
I know that woof means “feed me”
When his head nudges my side while I cry on my bedroom floor, my own head in my arms
Woof then means “I love you”
I give him a tight squeeze.
“I love you too”
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Lark Pinney ’23
My dog is so dumb
No thoughts, head empty always
I still love him though
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Preston Melchior-Fisher ’24
9 years ago.
Three brothers, one simple ask.
They want a dog.
They’re up for the task.
It takes some time.
Looking and proving.
But they finally find him.
And the parents? Approving.
His name? Hiro.
They take him back.
Bringing him home.
He acclimates quickly.
A place of his own.
They think if he could
Use a new name.
But in the end they decide
It fits just the same.
His name? Hiro.
He’s shown such love
And gives it back in turn.
Smart as a whip
How fast has he learned?
The cat’s at first,
Wanted him gone.
He won them over,
Or they’ve at least withdrawn.
Because his name is Hiro.
He’s a part of the family
This is without doubt.
I can no longer think
Of a life without.
After all this time,
He does grow old.
But, in the end,
When the earth is cold.
His name will still be Hero.
A Remembrance
Patrick Estell ’23
The Wooster Voice 